Here I am, blogging to you again from my pink robe…in my bed!!!!! Do you know who is sitting with me as we we watch cartoons? ALL SEVEN OF MY KIDS.
Do you know what that means? The Ghanaian nightmare is over. It was truly like living in a nightmare for three weeks. Up until our plane took off, I worried every single second that I had gotten myself into something that could land me in jail, or worse, that I would end up dead. But, I had done NOTHING wrong. This isn’t just adoption drama, this was awful, ongoing, prolonged torture.
This morning I woke up, reached for FPD, and told him I felt like I had been hit by a truck. He told me I was, and it had Ghanaian plates. He’s right, but there were Americans right there gassing it up. The story is long and involved, and I plan to tell it to everyone being affected by it. I don’t plan to say what I “think” happened. I only planned to tell other adoptive parents what I KNOW to be true. Assumptions are what threw me into this mess.
who wants other adoptive parents to be able to watch cartoons with their Ghanaian kids.